lazy3x - gil arenas ii lyrics
[intro: bby kodie & lazy3x]
yeah
yeah
yeah (glocky)
(you’re so f+cking ruthless) fah, fah (uh)
uh, yeah, uh (fah, fah, fah, fah)
what? uh
[chorus: bby kodie, lazy3x & both]
i’m not with the chit chat, no i’m not with the beep sh+t (fah)
xd 45 on me for the sneak sh+t (fah)
b+tch, yo’ ass be seven days just for that weak sh+t, mhm
quit talkin’ that sweet sh+t, mhm
heard the blog wanna leak sh+t, mhm
i’m jumpin’ out the wall like some street sh+t, mhm
i’m n0body’s child, but i’m secret, uh
[verse 1: bby kodie & lazy3x]
do that sh+t on hush (yuh)
know that sh+t so plush, mm (wha?)
diamonds sit so flush (ha)
d+mn near broke the bracket off my wrist and had to bust (count up)
now where none of yo’ old hoes, i seen yo’ ho ride the bus (thot)
and now she wanna ride with us (ha)
quit talkin’ that persian bus (fah)
burberry board my tux (fah)
keep talkin’ ’bout extra, that’s us (fah)
and y’all n+ggas talkin’, ain’t touch (thot)
get to poppin’ like a godd+mn clutch (ha)
still leanin’ like a godd+mn crutch (fah)
n+ggas, thеy countin’ that profit, that sucks (k)
so don’t come to me with all that
[chorus: bby kodie, lazy3x & both]
i’m not with the chit chat, no i’m not with thе beep sh+t (fah)
xd 45 on me for the sneak sh+t (fah)
b+tch, yo’ ass be seven days just for that weak sh+t, mhm
quit talkin’ that sweet sh+t, mhm
heard the blog wanna leak sh+t, mhm
i’m jumpin’ out the wall like some street sh+t, mhm
i’m n0body’s child, but i’m secret (hey lazy; skrrr)
[verse 2: lazy3x]
he talkin’ ’bout guap, then i got a lot (ha+ha)
i bought me a drop and gon’ shoot up the lot
and i bought me a thot, but f+ck what you thought (ha+ha)
you think that’s your wife, but shawty a bop (ha+ha)
and i got a pipe, it came with a stop (you’re so f+cking ruthless)
you not spendin’ the night, b+tch i just want the top (fah, fah)
(huh?) we load the glock (fah)
uh, fah, fah, fah, fah!
pull up, uh (ha), fah, uh (fah)
shawty wan’ f+ck on the squad, uh (a+ha)
pull up, uh (ha), baow (baow)
the bullets sprayin’, everybody fall, uh (eskah)
whip out the choppa, gon’ skid (gon’ skid)
like shawty a bop, but yo’ b+tch in the mix (in the mix)
this choppa like soccer, this choppa got kicks (ah+fah)
i’m feelin’ like popeye, i’m flexin’ and sh+t (ha+ha)
f+ck that b+tch and she c+ck+eyed, not textin’ that b+tch
this chop hit a l!ck, do the dash in the whip
b+tch, i got a stick in the trap, make him flip
might x the boy out like tic tac toe (ha+ha)
but now i got clout, she givin’ me throat
and i’m high as a cloud, i’m smokin’ on dope
and that sh+t is not loud, what you puffin’ on, bro?
and i’m f+ckin’ her mouth, i ain’t cuffin’ no ho
i pull up, i’m dumpin’, i’m grabbin’ my pole
and i shoot it for nothin’, that n+gga want smoke (fah, fah)
uh, n+ggas gon’ hop out the truck (the truck)
talk down, b+tch i got a tuck (uh, fah)
one down, like you can get up (get up)
n+gga want beef, it’s up and it’s stuck (it’s stuck)
red light pipe, it’s makin’ him stump (oh, wha?)
no, i don’t fight ’cause i got a gun
like choppa gon’ skid (ha), i got a stick (fah)
uppin’ that stick and it’s makin’ him flip (fah, fah)
shawty a b+tch, shawty a flip
stackin’ my chips, got designer my kicks
and i’m in the field like alarmin’ and sh+t (ha+ha)
and i give that b+tch chills, swervin’ top on my wrist
boy, i think i need gills, this water on my wrist
tell me how that sh+t feels ’cause yo’ daughter my b+tch
like b+tch run it back, uh, fah
i’m in the back, uh, fah (b+tch i’m in the back)
i got a strap, uh, fah (b+tch i got the strap)
n+gga, get clapped, uh, fah (ay, n+gga, get clapped)
like fah, fah, fah, we not lettin’ sh+t slide (fah)
he talkin’ sick, that n+gga, he die
but he act like a b+tch (fah), go get in the kitchen (fah)
i’m in the trap with the stick and i’m whippin’ (fah, fah)
i’m not f+ckin’ with n+ggas, feel like a lesbian (feel like a lesbian)
i’m in the foreign, that boy a pedestrian
and the shawty, she hard around me like equestrian (ha+ha)
when sh+t gettin’ hot, let me pull out my watt (fah)
i’m in the block, gotta watch for the cops (chang)
i keep a glock, got a watch on my opps
you call like a baby, but shawty a bop
and i shoot ’em like tracy, b+tch pass me the rock (glocky)
b+tch i’m too sl!ck like some grease
and b+tch, i got two clips in this heat (fah, fah)
get put on the news, clip if you tweak
and you not gon’ do sh+t ’cause you sweet
and i got a pole stick with a beam (glocky)
eatin’ that ruth chris with yo’ b+tch (ha+ha)
i’m in the south side with the stick
b+tch i got a bag, but i’m taking your bag, too
and you can get clapped if i’m in a bad mood
and b+tch, i got a stick, just like bamboo (fah, fah, fah, fah)
put the lead to his head, uh, cantu
big laser, anything that you can do (ha+ha, ha+ha)
i pull out my tec, like an egg, he gon’ scramble (ha+ha, ha+ha)
and after i’m done, wipe it off and it’s brand new (ha+ha, ha+ha)
the bullets, they stuck to his body, tattoo (ha+ha, ha+ha)
the choppa’s gon’ crack at his nut, cashew (fah)
i strike at zero, just like arenas
look at me like a hero, she suck on my peter (uh+huh)
eat my d+ck like a churro, then sound like good eatin’
and we steppin’ like hiro, don’t start with the beefin’ (fah, uh, fah)
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